What Could Be More Right

c. 1980 M.D. Morgan/Chromewood Music BMI

Every Friday night, I’d be at your door

Gunnin’ the engine on my hotrod Ford

And your Daddy’d always say

Get her back by ten

There’ll be hell to pay, if she ain’t home then

Well we’d put the top down, drive straight out of town

And park in the dark on lookout hill

            The city lights stretch clear out of sight

            The moon and the starts are shining bright

            We’re here talkin’ and snuggled up tight

            What could be more right

            Than you and me lovin’ each other tonight

We were young, waitin’ to get older

Time was wasting, love was for tasting

In between kissing we’d talk and hold hands

Share all our dreams, and make future planes

But we never dreamed, life could change so fast

Parked in the dark on lookout hill

            The city lights stretch clear out of sight

            The moon and the stars are shining bright

            We’re her talkin’ and snuggled up tight

            What could be more right

            Than you and me lovin’ each other tonight

Now the hotrod Ford is a Delta 88, and it’s the kids who worry

If we stay out late

And most of our plans have just had to wait

But the feeling’s still strong, with twenty years gone

And every once in a while, we still make a date

And park in the dark on lookout hill

            The city lights stretch clear out of sight

            The moon and the stars are shining bright

            We’re her talkin’ and snuggled up tight

            What could be more right

            Than you and me lovin’ each other tonight

From an earlier unreleased EP